"That should be the last of them." Celeste said as she sheathed her sword.

"Siege weapons and raw materials, just as I predicted. But judging from this amount..." Rima forehead shadowed.

"Either way, let's get out of here before the..." Rima's sentence trailed off as a great shadow flew past our heads.

"What was that?" Sioux hugged her staff closer.

There was a moment of pause as we all silently contemplated the sky.

"Everyone!" Rima yelled in a panic, which was a first. "Run!"

Rima's words barely reached our ears, as a ball of fire came pitching towards us from above.

BOOM!

There was a brief blinding light followed by an invisible impact so great, next thing I knew my face was kissing the ground.

Wtf?...

My world was in chaos, yet despite the confusion, I managed to slowly climb to my feet, while coughing out several truckloads of dirt and ash.

Ughhh...

As I straightened my back and scanned around, it appeared most of everyone was still intact, with just a few extra splotches of dirt added to their appearance.

"Not quite huh?" A voice bellowed from above, and we all looked up at once.

100ft in the air, was a live and the pinnacle existence of all medieval monsters, the living fire its self; a dragon. Unlike Nannanur, this particular one was much smaller, about 60ft total in length. 6 limbs in total including wings, combined with a shade of burning red scales and golden underbelly. And sitting on top of its long serpentine neck was a figure in bright red armour, with a long lance in one hand and reins in the other.

Then with no warning what so ever, the figure slipped off from his dragon and landed on the ground in a kneeing position, with the ground cracking around him. Then slowly, almost lazily, he got up and straightened himself:

"Dragon lord Risinger at your service." He said with a loud and crisp voice.

Q: Have you read or watched any of the game of thrones/song of ice and fire series?